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Post by nigel on Aug 5, 2007 16:24:55 GMT -5
Diecide's "Homage To Satan" sounds over the PA, signaling the arrival of XWA's resident lunatic, NIGEL SLEDGE. He seems in a particularly pissy mood seeing as the highlight for him at ID07 was being powerbombed out of the ring by Kayn. Nigel slides into the ring and chases everyone out. Pulling a mic from his back pocket, Nigel starts his rant.
SHUT YA' BLOODY PIE HOLES!!! I'm PISSED OFF ROIGHT NOW!!! KAYN!!! Ya' think ya' hot shit cuz ya' put a lickin' on me, eh? Powerbombed me outta the ring, eh? Well guess wait, matey? It's PAY BACK TIME!!! Cuz I'm not just gonna put your arse outta the ring, I'M PUTTIN' YER ARSE THROUGH A TABLE!!! That's roight, sunshine. I'm callin' your arse out here TONIGHT, for a TABLE MATCH!!! So get ya' big fa' nothin' Mariner fan arse out here and LET'S 'EAR ya' limey arse BEG OUTTA THIS MATCH!!!
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Post by Kayn on Aug 6, 2007 13:07:05 GMT -5
*After a few moments of silence, the house speakers begin to play “Hammer Smashed Face”. The crowd comes to their feet as Kayn walks out from behind the curtain. He has a microphone in hand and looks at Nigel standing in the ring. A small smirk comes across his face as he raises the microphone to speak.*
“Nigel, you need to relax man. You keep ranting and raving like that, you’re gonna have a heart attack or something.”
*The crowd cheers as Nigel seems to get a little more irritated at Kayn.*
“And if you have the need to yell about something, don’t waste your time yelling about the fact that you and your buddies got your asses handed to you at ID07. Everyone knew that was going to happen. But I’ll tell ya what, since I’m a nice guy, and in a rather giving mood, I’ll be more than happy to step into that ring tonight and face you in a tables match.”
*The crowd explodes.*
“Just don’t go crying to the boss when you have splinters in your ass after I put you through a table.”
*Kayn lowers his mic and waits for a response.*
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Post by nigel on Aug 6, 2007 18:06:29 GMT -5
Nigel feints laughing at Kayn's one liner...
That's pretty funny, Mate. Damn shame I left me sense o' humor in me other pair o' knickers. Go ahead and joke it off, boy-o. Cuz tonight's not gonna be funny fa' you. I'm gonna show you a world of PAIN and SUFFERING ya' arse aint never seen before. I'm gonna put ya' skull through that table so hard ya' KIDS are gonna have wood on the brain. You arse...is MINES. And I'm gonna enjoy watchin' you SCREAM!!!
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Post by Kayn on Aug 6, 2007 18:51:59 GMT -5
“Man, such hostility. Could that possibly be because you know you don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of beating me tonight? So you have to yell and scream like a lunatic to try and make yourself think you have a shot at putting me through a table.”
*Kayn looks for a second at Nigel, then looks like he just came to a realization.*
“Wait a second, it’s all becoming clear to me now. Extreme hostility, lack of a sense of humor, delusions of grandeur. I’ve got it, you’re suffering from a classic case of ‘roid rage’.”
*The crowd explodes at Kayn’s comment and Nigel looks even madder.*
“It all makes sense now. They say that steroids shrink the package down there, so you’re trying to compensate for your ‘short comings’. Don’t worry though, I won’t tell anyone.”
*The crowd laughs at Nigel. Kayn smiles for a second and nods to Nigel and mouths “It’s our secret”. He raises the mic again.*
“Now back to the task at hand. Threats like ‘I'm gonna put your skull through that table so hard your kids are gonna have wood on the brain’ may mean something in England or wherever the hell you’re from, but they are meaningless here in Boston. *cheap pop* It’s like saying ‘I’m going to make you an ice cream sundae because you’re hungry for dessert.’ So run your mouth all you want, makes no difference to me. But when you’re laying on the mat with pieces of broken table around you, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
* Kayn lowers his mic.*
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Post by nigel on Aug 6, 2007 22:52:26 GMT -5
Roid rage??? Is that tha' best ya bleedin' arse could come up with? This comin' from a guy who's head is the size of a bowlin' ball. How bout ya turn to a mirror and take a look at ye' own arse before ya' start mouthin' off. Ya' wanna talk about "short comings"? Let's take a loo back at what ya' pikey arse has done since I dunno, February. That's all the short comings we need ta' see.
The crowd boos his dig at Kayn.
I got half a mind ta' put ya' bloody lights out right now, but I think i'm gonna wait. Because I wanna look over you when I put ya' skull through that wood. I wanna watch you squirm when ya' heads been split open. Yea, that's gonna be fun. Ya' bit off more then you can chew boy-o. And now, all ya' gonna be chewin' on is salty brown WOOD.
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Post by Kayn on Aug 7, 2007 0:40:35 GMT -5
*Kayn smiles at Nigel.*
“OK, let’s talk about me since February. I’ve been in 3 Last Man Standing Matches, I’ve wrestled the Immortal one and the “Man Who Knows No Fear” for a title shot, I’ve had my ribs and arm busted up by big Vik, I’ve seen my family get attacked by Austin Harris. I’ve been in matches where the deck is stacked against me and I still came out with nothing more than a few bumps and bruises. I have fought the biggest, the baddest, and the best this company has to offer, and you know what?”
*Kayn pauses for a moment, then his demeanor changes to become more serious.*
“I’m still here!”
*The crowd explodes as Kayn makes the last statement. He stands and stares a hole in Nigel.*
“So I don’t know who you think you are, but if Simon Fierhart, Scott O’Dell, or the World Champion couldn’t take me down, what the hell makes you think you can?”
*Kayn’s eyes are on fire and the crowd responds accordingly as Kayn lowers his mic and awaits a response.*
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Post by nigel on Aug 7, 2007 1:26:26 GMT -5
What makes me think I can?
He ponders an answer...
Because I'M NOT AS SOFT AS THOSE LIMEYS!!! Cuz when I fight, I fight to the FINISH!!! Simon Fierhart showed yer arse MERCY, Scott O'Dell made ya tap AND knock ya' out, and The champ...ok, you beat the champ, but it took ya THREE TRIES ta' do it. But what separates them from me, is that I DON'T DO MERCY. I don't have any regard fa' human life, let alone YOURS. You aint faced the baddest yet, sunshoine...cuz YA AIN'T FACED ME. But ya' gettin' ya wish tonight. And I'm gettin' mines. Seein' the AGONY on you face when I pound it inta' PASTE. The thought of knowin' ya' loving, caring family are gonna be watching you get BRUTALIZED. Yea yea yea...that's icing on my cake.
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Post by Kayn on Aug 7, 2007 1:47:00 GMT -5
*Kayn raises the microphone.*
“Well I hope that you get off on your own suffering as much as you do the suffering of others. Because tonight, the fans, the guys in the back, hell even Roach and that clown in the stupid hat there will see something they have never seen before, and may never see again.”
Buzz: ”Who has a stupid hat?”
Mike: ”I think he means you Buzz.”
*The crowd starts to get a little quieter as they hang on Kayn’s every word.*
“Tonight everyone will see a side of me that I rarely let people see. That side of me that could care less about his own safety, much less the safety of my opponent. Tonight, I will not only put you through a table, but I will take the busted and splintered leftover pieces and shove them down your throat.”
*The crowd roars at Kayn. As he lowers his microphone his entrance music starts to play through the arena.*
Buzz: ”I think he may have bitten off more than he can chew Mike.”
Mike: ”I don’t know Buzz. He did make some valid points about his previous accomplishments.”
Buzz: ”But he’s never been in a match like this before, he’s at a definite disadvantage.”
*Kayn stares down Nigel from the ramp. He slowly heads back behind the curtain, never taking his eyes off Nigel.*
END
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